7:00pm is approaching too slowly.

last night, a friend (who i rediscovered Saturday evening after he disappeared for 5 months) called. he'd received some worrying news and wanted to know if i'd stop by for a while to talk. i did so, and we talked over a case of MGD (blech!) until the wee hours of the morning. this morning, i was, again, two hours late for work.

being late usually isn't a problem because the rule in the office has been "as long as you're here between seven and nine, it's ok." that was the rule until this morning. the boss made some changes during my tardiness. i was given a "stern talkin' to" and even scored a follow-up reminder email about being late. from this, i have concluded that work sucks. in fact, i have decided that'll be the basis for my thesis, if-ever i actually get myself back at university.